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ME they bring rain and a gray meditation to shove into a corner of the house they ask for a silent Buddha far from my roots though I reach out and find simple complexities of a child my eyes are in a fever same for the brain cells the cells play crazy games and push stone over a cliff on an island known only to me I want to be a handsome Turkish boy starting out nineteen years old walking in Izmir not sixty-nine as I am the “me” I want will never be it’s late in the afternoon people are dying of light my eyes are in a fever green plants smile the hard sun is hidden behind clouds the “me” inside of “me never existed
Posted on: Sat, 13 Dec 2014 17:50:03 +0000

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